"In the game?" Luo Jiutian blinked, "Ten-day banquet?"
Baomu nodded and continued.
"It's the sixth level of the game," the fool continued to translate, "Sweet Farm."
Xiaolan recalled the content of the sixth level. Compared with the other levels, the sixth level in her memory had almost no sense of existence, and she passed the level in a daze.
I just remember... the scarecrow, the map, the man-eating monster, the black hole on the ground, and the thing in the hole...
"Ah," Xiaolan remembered, "the source of happiness?"
Baomu nodded.
The task of the sixth level was to find the thing called the source of happiness. At that time, two of his teammates went down to the cave and obtained the black box containing the source of happiness.
According to them, although the name is called the Source of Happiness, that thing gives people an inexplicable sense of crisis.
"Do those liquids smell like the source of happiness?" the fool asked.
Baomu nodded vigorously.
What does the source of happiness taste like?
She had not been in close contact with the box, nor had she smelled it, but Xiaolan recalled the situation at that time.
"I remember that there seemed to be mice under the box containing the source of happiness," Xiaolan said.
The fool agreed, "Yes, densely packed black rats."
Rats, plague...plague.
No way?
"Look!" At this time, Qin Yin, who was leaning against the window, shouted. Qin Yin could always find some unexpected situations with his excellent mind-wandering ability.
"What's wrong?"
Everyone gathered around the window and looked at the street outside the hotel. Their car was still parked there, and the night was still filled with darkness. Two black figures stumbled past their car and rushed to the drugstore nearby.
After a while, a person ran out of the shop opposite and went straight to the pharmacy.
Another person...
It's still someone they've met.
"Isn't this the guy from the convenience store?" Qin Yin pointed at the thin figure and said.
Everyone looked at each other, as if they understood something.
The plague has finally arrived.
When the people of Wuyu Town relaxed their vigilance and just regarded the plague as a joke, the first wave of plague came so quietly.
"Baomu, how do you feel now?" the Taoist priest grabbed Baomu's shoulder and asked.
Baomu thought for a moment and shook his head slightly, "I don't feel anything anymore."
His voice came out from between the fingers covering his mouth, and it sounded like it was sticky.
"Okay, Baomu, you don't have to be so careful," the fool pointed out the window, "Look, everyone is sick. Even if you don't infect us, we will be infected by them."
Even for Baomu, these words are hardly comforting.
"Is there no signal yet?" The Taoist priest turned to Luo Jiutian and asked.
"No, not a single frame," Luo Jiutian showed up the screen of his phone, "Where are you?"
Everyone returned to their respective rooms and got their mobile phones. As expected, everyone's mobile phones were completely malfunctioning.
"This matter is definitely not simple." The fool said with a frown.
"In this case, there is nothing we can do," the Taoist priest stood up, "let's take Baomu to the hospital first."
“Isn’t it more dangerous in the hospital?”
"Then we have to treat the disease," the Taoist priest pulled out a coat and put it on Baomu, "Everyone put on your masks, let's go."
At three-thirty in the morning, the street lights on both sides of the road were shining steadily. From time to time, a few speeding cars and pedestrians with painful expressions could be seen on the streets that should have been empty.
It is unknown how many people the plague has affected.
Things were not much better inside the car. Except for Zhang Boyin, everyone had a look of suppressing worry on their faces.
Baomu turned his head to look at the street scene outside the car window and coughed twice more.
No sleepiness at all.
Xiaolan occasionally looked out the window, and occasionally looked at Baomu.
The same goes for everyone else.
Suddenly, the fool suddenly braked, and Xiaolan's head hit the front seat of the car, causing pain on her cheek.
"What's wrong?!" Qin Yin was even more miserable, hitting his forehead on the window frame, "Did something happen?"
Xiaolan rubbed her head, turned her head and looked forward.
A pair of feet were exposed on the ground in front of him.
"What!" Qin Yin also saw it, "Idiot, you hit someone!"
"No, I didn't hit him," the fool defended. "He was lying there when I came over... Taoist priest, do you want to go down and take a look?"
"Let's get out of the car," the Taoist priest opened the door, "others stay in the car and don't move."
The Taoist priest and the fool walked to the front of the car and squatted down so that Xiaolan could no longer see them.
"Can our car still accommodate other people?" Qin Yin turned around and looked.
"We can squeeze out a spot," Luo Jiutian stretched his neck, "But the question is... is it convenient for us?"
The Taoist priest and the idiot didn't come back, and everyone in the car gradually became a little anxious. However, at this time, a person resolutely opened the door and ran towards the two of them.
It's about asking the spirit.
Xiaolan was dumbfounded.
"Who got off the car?" Qin Yin in the front row asked, "Ah? Is it asking for the spirit?"
"What is she going down for?" Luo Jiutian also asked.
And they all looked at Xiaolan.
"I don't know either." Xiaolan said bluntly.
Within a few seconds, the three people in front of the car stood up. Under the illumination of the car lights and street lights, Wen Ling's face was frighteningly white. She grabbed the Taoist priest and the fool's wrists with both hands, shook her head and said something.
Judging from the shape of her mouth, she said, "No."
After that, she forcefully dragged the two of them back to the car.
The two looked confused. They looked at the equally confused people in the car and asked, "What's wrong?"
"have no idea."
"Hurry! Hurry!" Wen Ling drove the two of them behind him, almost forcing them back to their seats.
After the two sat down, Wen Ling immediately returned to her seat, slammed all the car doors, and stared out of the car window warily, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"...ask the spirit?" After a while, the Taoist priest asked cautiously.
"Yeah." Wen Ling agreed, his gray eyes still looking out the window.
"Is...what's going on?"
Wen Ling nodded slowly and absentmindedly. Two seconds later, her eyes suddenly widened and she pointed forward, "Here we come!"
At first glance, Xiaolan didn't discern anything special in the darkness.
She narrowed her eyes.
In the darkness, two green spots of light lit up.
The light spots flickered and swayed, approaching here.
Bao Mu beside him became restless.
A point of light emerged from behind the trash can on the street corner and shuttled through the darkness. Its body flashed and stopped where the light could reach.
Xiaolan gasped.
That's a mouse.
The rats were scouting and wandering around like they were patrolling the streets, and soon passed their car and disappeared.
"I understand..." The Taoist priest pursed his lips and said solemnly, "The second wave of plague is coming."